"We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives."
As each day goes by, I feel a little more alone in this small town. Nearly all connections to my past have been severed, and there is little to no excitement on any visible horizon. There are aspirations and ideas, but there are no dates marked on my calendar.
They say that patience is a virtue. Whoever they are must have been ignoring the fact that it works equally as well as punishment.